Okay, first off, I fucking hate being popular now.
Why? Its too stressful. Party invites here and there. More partying, less studying. I know that I was a pretend nerd before, but now I just feel like taking it all back.
But that means I couldn't've met Blake Anton Padilla, a half Spanish, half American boy who I love until this day on. I sighed as I flipped my Physics book from page nine to page ten, reading hard. My reading glasses slid on the bridge of my nose to the tip, so I used two fingers to push it back up. My phone vibrated, signaling me to stop reading, because I take my readings seriously, and one time, I took my English book from under my bed and read until dawn. I fell asleep everywhere.
Anyway, my phone kept vibrating, not an alarm, but a call. I picked it up and pressed the green button, not caring who was on the line.
"Hello?"
"Al, its me, Blake."
"Oh, hey." I lied down on the bed.
"How's my girl doing?" He asked.
"You disturbed me from studying to ask me how I an doing right now?" I asked, a smile curling on my lips.
"They said it was boyfriend goals, I thought it'd be nice to do it to you." Aw. So cute. "I'm fine, I just finished studying for tomorrow's test." I said, grabbing my toddler sized teddy bear and hugging it. What? It helps me sleep. Plus, Blake gave it to me on our first date."Have you studied yet?" I asked. I can hear him shuffling around. "Yeah, just... Fuck." He swore. I bit my tongue to prevent giggles from coming out. "What's up with you?" "Air fan broke, had to fix it manually, and— shit! And MY ARM WAS THE FUCKING TARGET."
I laughed. "Shit, its bleeding as fuck right now, Al.. Ah, there it is." Heavy footsteps pounded in my ears as I heard water running. "Shit... That feels good." He said. After a few moments, I started to scribble on my scribble notes. I scribbled a few words he said, then I doodled. "Wow. 2 inches fucking deep cut on my right arm."
I laughed. "Is it necessary to measure it?" I asked, setting my notebook aside. "Yeah, just to make sure this wound isn't as big as my dick." I laughed harder. "Your dick?!" I said in between laughs. "Yeah.." "Make sure your wound isn't as big as your ego then." I laughed. "Way harsh!" He said. I can hear him frowning. "Just telling the truth, babe." I said.
"Funny, Allie." He said as I still laughed. "I think your ego is bigger than your dick to be honest with you," I said, clutching my stomach. "Shut up," he said, sounding hurt. "Sorry! You're just too cute for me to tease on." I said. "Wow. First you tell me that my ego is bigger than my dick, and now you're telling me I'm cute? You're a very confusing girl, Allie." "And you love me for it." I said. "Yes! How'd you know?!" He said, laughing. "Its a natural thing. I was born with it."
His ego is bigger than his dick. I thought and laughed to myself after calling him.
What could go wrong?
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Yay 552 words xD // the scene above is actually true to life :) it happened to me xD i was calling my friend and that happened. I happen to pull some inspiration out of it, so thank me later if this happened to you. Hahahaha
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Taking Back The Throne
RandomSequel to: The Badboy's Inlove with A Nerd. Allie Thompson. Typical girl. Rich, Popular. Not a Nerd anymore. Blake Padilla. Typical boy. Rich, Popular. Still a bad boy. Allie wants to take back her throne. Well, to being a nerd yes. That means she h...